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The Collar
作者Author  /  George  Herbert  喬治.赫伯特

The Collar

 
 
 

I STRUCK the board, and cry, No more ; 
I will abroad. 
What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ? 
My lines and life are free ; free as the rode, 
Loose as the winde, as large as store. 
Shall I be still in suit ? 
Have I no harvest but a thorn 
To let me bloud, and not restore 
What I have lost with cordiall fruit ? 
Sure there was wine, 
Before my sighs did drie it : there was corn 
Before my tears did drown it. 
Is the yeare onely lost to me ? 
Have I no bayes to crown it ? 
No flowers, no garlands gay ? all blasted ? 
All wasted ? 
Not so, my heart : but there is fruit, 
And thou hast hands. 
Recover all thy sigh-blown age 
On double pleasures : leave thy cold dispute 
Of what is fit, and not forsake thy cage, 
Thy rope of sands, 
Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee 
Good cable, to enforce and draw, 
And be thy law, 
While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. 
Away ; take heed : 
I will abroad. 
Call in thy deaths head there : tie up thy fears. 
He that forbears 
To suit and serve his need, 
Deserves his load. 
But as I rav and grew more fierce and wilde, 
At every word, 
Methought I heard one calling, Childe : 
And I reply, My Lord. 
 

 
   
 
   
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